Hey, there people I'm Bobby Brown, They say I'm the cutest boy in town! My car is fast, my teeth are shiny, I tell all the girls they can kiss my heine! Here I am at a famous school, I present sharp and I'm acting cool I've got a cheerleader here wants to help With my paper let her do all the work And maybe later I rape her!
Oh, god I am the American dream I do not think I'm too extreme And I'm a handsome son of a bitch, I'm gonna get a good job and be real rich! (Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good)
Womans liberation Came creeping all across the nation I tell you, people, I was not ready When I fucked this Dyke by the name of Freddi! She made a little speech then, Oh she tried to make me say when She had my balls in a vice but she left the dick, I guess it's still hooked on but now it shoots to quick!
Oh, god I am the American dream, But now I smell like Vaseline And I'm a miserable son of a bitch Am I a boy or a lady I don't know which! (I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder)
So I went out and bought me a leisure suit I jingling my change but I'm still kind cute Got a job, doing radio promo, And none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo! Eventually me and a friend, Sort of drifted along into S&M I can take about an hour on the tower of power, As long as I get my little golden shower
Oh, god I am the American dream, With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream An' I'll do anything to get ahead I lay awake nights sayin,' "Thank you, Fred!" Oh God, Oh God, I'm so fantastic! Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now; I'm goin' down, And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now; I'm goin' down,
And my name is Bobby Brown, Watch me now, I'm going down Haha, yeah, I knew you'd be surprised!Writer/s: Frank Zappa Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd. Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind